When I cry
They tell me you're grown
But what does grown mean?
Being heartless and mean?
I go to my room
And wish I could shrink
To turn five again
To have the right to cry
And get out all those emotions that are trapped
As if my bones are its cage
And they are jiggling in their jail with rage
Wanting to be free
I calm their rage by telling them no one here cares what i feel
Or maybe it is just the fear
That is holding me back
From saying whatever I still feel.
But numbness and emptiness
Hits me
Drained by all the sadness
I used to feel.
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Lilac Poetry
PuisiPoetry and poems are what intensifies our emotions through its words. When you are down poetry could pat your back and help you stand. Poetry is loyal to your emotions and honest about what you really feel, and this what makes you escape the world a...
